Welcome
to another Sizzling Sunday. I have a brief but intense excerpt for
you today from my new release, The Witches of Gloucester.
Enjoy!
The
flames twisted skyward in brilliant arabesques. The women circled the
blaze, twirling, leaping and laughing as the wine sang through them.
The blaze cast gold motes on Marguerite’s nut-brown skin and woke
copper glints from Beryl’s hair. Joy swelled in Em’s chest. Lust
simmered in her pelvis. She danced it all out into the world, arms
twining, hips rolling, keening like a cat in heat.
How
long did they dance? Em didn’t know. As the fire burned lower, the
three moved closer, joining hands around the heap of scarlet embers.
Their chants sank to murmurs. Their circles grew slower, smaller and
more intimate, until finally they collapsed upon the grass, a tangle
of bare limbs and kisses.
Marguerite’s
mouth slipped away from Emmeline’s. Beryl’s replaced it. Em found
herself cradled and caressed, sandwiched between two layers of
smooth, fire-warmed flesh. “Thank you,” she half-moaned, as
someone’s fingers slipped into her wet cleft. “I never knew...”
A thumb rocked her straining clit and she saw stars. Someone explored
her rear hole, stealing juices from her overflowing pussy to ease the
way. “Oh... Beryl... Marguerite...please...”
Pleasure
built upon pleasure, until her entire being quivered with need. Her
clit felt near to bursting. She craved fullness, friction, even pain.
But she knew better now than to strive for release. She let them have
their way with her, let them teach her what her body wanted and how
well they could give that to her.
“There’s
one more stage to the ritual, little one.” Beryl’s voice, hot
against her ear, was edged with authority. “You must surrender
fully to us. Then we will be complete.”
Her
eyelids fluttered open. She lay upon the aromatic grass. The moon had
set. The sky above was black velvet studded with scattered gems. She
sensed the presence of her lovers, kneeling on either side of her.
Smiling her gratitude, she turned her head in Beryl’s direction.
The
copper-haired vixen grinned down at Emmeline. Her plump nipples were
a vivid scarlet, as though they’d been dipped in blood. Meanwhile,
a massive phallus of polished wood reared up between her thighs,
oiled and glistening.
Emmeline
swallowed her fear. After all, Marguerite had used a dildo on her
before, though not one this large. Still, her voice was reedy and
weak in her own ears. “You...you want to fuck my pussy with your
strap-on?”
“Your
pussy and your ass, darling.” Em swung her head to the other side.
Marguerite sported a cock as well, longer and thicker than Beryl’s,
fashioned from gleaming carved ivory, a stark contrast to her dusky
skin. “We must join our bodies, the three of us.”
“Oh
my God! I...I don’t think I can...” A part of her shrank away
from the thought of such violation, even by these women she wanted so
badly. Another part, though, craved that ultimate impalement.
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